What is... that sound?
Mu Fan pushed off with both hands, leaping high like a monkey.
With a thud, a wave of dust puffed up.
Mu Fan landed atop the cliff with one hand on the ground.
Instantly, a landscape of craters large and small filled his vision. Some craters were surrounded by burnt blackness, while others resembled the cave dwellings of humans.
Standing densely atop the cliff were furnaces for smelting iron, their fiery red coals giving the land a unique industrial atmosphere.
But that's not the focus...
The focus was, those dozens of short figures with bronze-colored skin, three hundred meters in front of Mu Fan, all turned back at once.
Their gazes intersected in that moment.
The previously heard faint lamentation vanished.
Dozens of eyes, as wide as brass bells, stared aggressively.
"An outsider!?"
Their eyes revealed fear, which turned to hostility a moment later!
Without exception, a fierce glint shone in all their eyes.
